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LOL. Colin and his camera are my heroes xD (87. Plaid) “This is embarrassing,” Harry groaned as he stood and looked at the ceiling of the Common Room. “Bop bmblnging,” Hermione mumbled, her mouth full of pins. “How can I stop complaining when I’m being used as a dummy?” Hermione rolled her eyes and took the pins from her mouth. “Harry, please! I’ve no one else to use! We’re practically the same size anyway. Just a little alterations here and there and my plaid skirt will be good as new.” “But what if someone saw me?” “That can’t happen. No one’s around.” . . . “Smile, Harry!” CLICK! “COLIN!” Harry and Hermione chorused angrily. |
(24. House Elf) Hermione continued to knit hats for S.P.E.W in the common room after finishing her homework. She was alone until Harry came in with Dobby. She looked up and grinned upon seeing them. She snatched a hat from her pile and handed it to Dobby. “Here, try it on!” she said ecstatically. Dobby quickly hid behind Harry as though Hermione threatened him with a knife. Harry tried hard to keep a straight face. “’Mione, you know that stuff scares them,” he said knowingly. Hermione shrugged. Instead of retorting, she placed the hat on Harry and pulled it gently over his eyes. |
They're first year . . . (86. Daring) “Erm. Hi. Hermione, right?” Harry Potter asked the same bushy haired girl he saw on the train. Hermione looked up from her book and her smiled. “Yes. How can I help you, Harry?” Harry gulped nervously. Did he dare ask her? “Well, I . . . was just wondering. D’you wanna hang out some time? Like . . . just us two?” Hermione then tried to suppress a grin. “Oh. Okay, I guess I could. I s’pose it’d be fun,” she said timidly, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Great!” Then he kissed her quickly on the cheek. |
Yay chocolate! (92. Chocolate) “D’you think she’ll like it?” Harry asked as he threw a sheet over his sculpture. Ron, who was coolly sitting on the couch, said “Not if she’s on a diet she won’t.” Harry cast him a stern look and ignored his comment. He hoped Hermione would like what he made. He didn’t want his months of art lessons go to waste. At that moment, Hermione entered the common room. “What’ve you got there boys?” she asked, noticing the mass behind Harry. “For you, Hermione. Thanks . . . for everything.” Then he unveiled his masterpiece, which was a large chocolate sculpture of Hermione. |
(85. Snappish) “Quick, it’s almost starting!” exclaimed Hermione as Harry laid out a blanket on the grounds. After he’d done that, he sat down beside her and looked up in the sky to watch the enchanted fireworks display. “Wow!” Harry exclaimed loudly. Hermione shot him a stern look. “Shh! Be quiet!” she snapped. Harry shut up at once and looked at her, surprised. Hermione looked back at him, then smiled apologetically and shrugged. “Sorry. I was pretty excited for this. Seeing it with you and all,” she said. Harry then sighed and gave her a hug that told her she was forgiven. |
(84. Angry) Harry paced the common room angrily, his hands balled into fists and in his pocket. “Really, Harry, I thought you’ve gotten used to Malfoy’s taunts by now,” Hermione said calmly, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading. Harry frowned and said, “Yeah, but sometimes, he just tends to go too far. He got what he deserved. I’m glad I hexed him!” “But now you’re facing a week’s detention with Snape. Now how’s that going to help you?” Hermione asked. Harry shrugged, and although he had no reply to that, he was glad she was there to listen. |
An HBP related one . . . Harry sat in Divination, getting sleepy as usual. As his eyes started to close, he began to dream. . . ‘Get what over with?’ he asked Hermione giggled, ‘Silly! You kissed Ginny, remember?’ Harry’s eyes widened. ‘I DID WHAT?’ he asked loudly, more horrorstruck than excited. Hermione frowned and said, ‘You don’t seem happy.’ ‘I’m not, Hermione! It wasn’t supposed to be her. It was you. YOU!’ he said, then hugged her tight. |
(49. Yule Ball) Harry twiddled his thumbs nervously. He was going to the Yule Ball, and he didn’t know what he was supposed to do. Sure, he had landed with a good date, in fact the only date he could ask for, but he hoped he was worth her while. ’Hermione? You know, the Yule Ball’s coming,’ Harry stuttered. Hermione looked up from her book and smiled. ‘I know,’ ‘So. I was wondering . . . Can you accompany me?’ He mentally slapped himself for that lame remark. She blinked at him then smiled. ‘Sure. I’d love to’ “Harry?” He looked over his shoulder and grinned. |
(57. Gape) Harry couldn’t help but gape at her. She was so beautiful. “How do I look?” Hermione asked worriedly. Harry stared. “You . . . You look gorgeous,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant. She could obviously see right through him, for she looked like she was stifling a giggle. “You don’t look so bad yourself,” she said as she folded her arms. He scratched his head as he smirked shyly at her. He then straightened up and offered her his arm. “Shall we go?” he asked cordially. Hermione grinned and nodded. “C’mon then,” she said, taking his arm and leaving the Common Room. |
LOL. I have obviously ran out of good titles xD (33. Classroom) The staircases had done it. First years Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were walking along the halls and accidentally took a moving staircase to who-knew-where. Now they were stuck in a classroom which had decided to lock itself up. The door was spell-proof, mind, and the only way was to unlock it from the outside. Hermione had continually complained about what a silly and inconvenient classroom this was. Harry had simply sat on a chair and watched her. “Someone will find us eventually,” he said with a yawn. Hermione looked at him ludicrously. She rolled her eyes. “Just my luck.” |
LOLOL. I found this funny... sort of.. :P (61. Kiss) Hermione sat silently and stared intently at Harry, who’s heart was thumping so hard he could feel it bounding off the walls of his chest. “Are you sure about this, Hermione?” he asked, his voice slightly shaky. “Of course. Now, ready?” she said softly. Harry nodded, and leaned down to kiss her… hand. She smiled proudly down at him and nodded in approval. “There! That wasn’t so hard! Now you’re ready to do the same thing with Cho on the next ball, if any,” she said, beaming. Harry grinned, and pumped his fist. “Yesss! Thanks ‘Mione!” he said, hugging her. |
(53. Chase) She ran swiftly, far away from him as possible. She had to hide, but it was a challenge since she was in a clearing. Finally, she came to a bunch of large trees and decided to hide behind one of them. It seemed safe to stop since there was no sign of him, but she peeked out from the trees in case. She sighed with relief and turned around. “GOTCHA!” She squealed loudly. He wrapped his arms around her and twirled her around. “Did you think you could escape me ‘Mione?” he said, nuzzling her. Hermione giggled. “Apparently not, Harry.” |
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(72. Vex) Hermione glared angrily at Roger Davies. Idiot, she thought of him harshly. He had just knocked Harry off his broom and sent him falling at least 50 feet, giving him a broken arm and leg. “Davies, you just made the biggest mistake of your life,” she said darkly, turning her back on him and proceeding towards Harry, kneeling by him. He was just about to speak, when they heard a shrill scream. It was Davies. He had broken out in big fat pimples and was now running around. Harry grinned. “’Mione, what’d you do?” he asked. “He was vexing me." ooc: Vexing here meaming annoying :P |
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“Who in Merlin’s name is Edward Cullen? You’re… absolutely crazy about him!” he exclaimed. Hermione sat and stared innocently at him. Then she smiled, and laughed. “Harry, dear. Edward Cullen. He’s a… fictional character! A guy from a book some muggle wrote. Mother gave the a copy, and I… fell in love with it,” she stopped for effect, then smiled again. “But you’re for real. And I love you more. You know that.” . |
(66. Pace) Ron wasn’t around. Apparently he had better things to do than visit Hermione at the Hospital Wing. Harry sighed, and paced around her bed worriedly. They should have seen it coming. The Basilisk would strike muggle-borns. Hermione was one of them. He and Ron should never have left her alone. Now, here she was, lying on a hospital bed, a rather pained look on her face, and she was cold and hard as stone. Harry stopped and looked at her intently, and his heart thumped loudly. Eh. He wasn’t supposed to think of her that way. So he continued pacing. |
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